Coffee and a meeting.

EMMA.

The noise did not die down, even after Laura had told them she wouldn't answer their questions. I heard more footsteps approaching the door, and for a minute, I feared that had trampled over her.

I stood by a dark corner, listening. A minute later, I heard a loud thud, and soon enough a hiss.

“She kicked him on the groin!”a woman shouted.

“I dare any of you to touch me again,” Laura replied.

The questions were still up, and buzzing, but there were no footsteps to be heard.

She opened the door, and I watched as she walked towards me.

“Where's the door man for Christ's sake? Someone needs to lock this place up.” She said, as she approached me. Her face softened, as she watched me.

“This will be really tough for you. You'll be lucky to make it out unscathed.”

I didn't say anything to that, mostly because she was the first honest person. While I appreciated the motivation others tried to give, I was grateful for someone that acknowledged the gravity of the situation. This was just mo